Whisper my name
Maybe even a little whistle
Just a signal to call me out of this haze

Be discrete
and don’t cause a scene
Please.

I don’t want the attention but I want the help
I think.

The ruin in my mind is vast and predisposed.
No strategy in its plan to self destruct.
It is not needed within my trials,
For I myself dig the holes with no help.

It’s time to grow up little girl
It’s getting real now you can’t just run and hide
Your crying will only hurt you and make you realize how weak you actually are

That big head of yours, the one that you know is actually throbbing with uncontrollable wild fear, it’s pressuring you to cry run and submiss

Oh little girl
If only you knew how much potential you would have if you could only how to stand up for yourself and be brave

What happening to your faith? you know it’s always gonna be there if you decide to relax and open your hands for once.

Angels I am back again.
Miss me?

You know I’m messing, you are probably so sick of me by now.

I’m greatful and I hope you know that.

I hope you see that I am trying
But things aren’t working out and I need your presence

Wrap your wings around me
Snuggle me whole and fill all the empty holes with everlasting love,

I need alittle extra of that tonight

Gliding through the gates of the garden
Rustling her fingertips across rows of roses
Bethany brought balance.
From her delicate arms flowed endless life
Generosity poured and beauty rebirthed.
A butterfly that actually stayed.

My Angels
Tonight is like no other
I finally piece together the reality of my imperfect world

Is it hard to be assigned to me and watch my progressing downfall?

Ya, me too.


Oh Angels
You know I love you
But you also know I’m impatient and doubtful.
More than the typical teenager experiences. Or maybe not anymore in such a generation like mine.

Please Angels,
Come sit on my pillows
Wipe my tears.
Whisper your heavenly promises into my ears over and over until I can finally fall asleep.

Finally.

We trudge on shaky waters with no smiles;
A current wild and fierce with matchless bite.
So sick from loss that lungs are filled with bile.
We fight for land, yet fall from acts of smite.
Who blames the doubt when Capt’ is far on top?
For down the deck a cry is never lone.
How easy it seems for light to scram and stop,
When darkness strides in stealing fame, the throne.
But seas do set and waves do calm with age.
We know not how, yet never ask the chief,
“How’d this befall”, or learn his truths on stage.
As life degrades, we drift against belief.
This war we face has pain that cuts to bone,
How few of minds believe the world unknown.